ROSE Daddy, is mum OK? Daddy’s worried face. He always wore it when mum got sick. Mum didn’t look like the weak kind, and daddy would be the one in bed with a fever or a flu. Come to think of it, I had never seen mum with an injury too. I thought it was because she doesn’t work in the kitchen like the mums of my classmates. When I told them that my daddy made me all the lunches that I brought to school, they asked if I had a mum at all. She has a headache, that’s all sweetie. But it seems serious. I remember telling daddy that we should let mum have her rest. I even suggested going to the park for a stroll and daddy gladly obliged. But I knew he would rather stay by her side…. You’ll be fine, baby…. The voice is back. It was gone for a while. Now, it’s back. Mum? Be brave, my girl… Protect Keithen…. No… no! It can’t be my mum. It can’t be. It must be the Goddess. She turned me into a wolf to save Keithen. You’ll be alright, sweetie…. Stop pretending to be my mother
ROSE‘As in ‘shifted’, shifted?’ Elena murmured, the complexion of her shock permeated her eyes. ‘Jesus Christ,’ blurted Rum. ‘What else can it be?’ He was shouting again. ‘Well, how would I know?’ Elena thrust an open palm at me, her face flushed with another wave of shock. ‘She’s human, isn’t she? Humans don’t shift!’ ‘I know that! And I’m telling you, SHE DID.’ Rum pointed at me and then at his right eye. ‘Right in front of my eyes!’Ellis left Elena’s side and moved closer to me. ‘What happened before and after? Tell me everything. Don’t leave any details.’ And I proceeded to do so. Along the way, Rum added in his version—about the explosion of crystal whitish-blue light and then my wolf-form—how it reminded him of snow—and how he completely healed after that. ‘Wait a count.’ Ellis interrupted. He turned full face to Rum. ‘You healed? All that damage from the silver bullet, gone? Just like that?’ Rum raked his hair with his fingers and growled, ‘Yeah. Just like that.’ Elena
RUM ‘Bullshit,’ I growled. They looked too serious to be true. The corners of Ellis’s mouth curled up and then he shrugged and chuckled lightly. ‘That’s what the elders would say. That’s what’s in the scrolls.’ And my face relaxed again, the resistance evaporating. ‘Then what’s with the death stare?’ Elena looked at me solemnly. ‘We’re OK with hybrids—I mean, we are living in a different age now. But as Ellis rightfully pointed out, hybrids are frowned upon in our world. There are people who detest hybrids.’ Ellis added, ‘There are no hybrids here. The ones that do exist live amongst humans and many of them never really shifted, so they probably never knew their true heritage.’ Elena turned to Rose and said, ‘Detest would make our kind a danger to Rose, if she was a hybrid. Especially since she has shifted.’ ‘Why would the werefolk detest her?’ I argued. ‘It’s not like she has a choice.’ ‘Some werewolves don’t like it.’ Ellis pursed his lips. ‘To them, the hybrids aren’
ROSESo that night, Rum had a tussle with the dark whims and almost had his head ripped off.And I thought that he finally had enough of my no response. How selfish can you get, Rose Cintilar?A large hand covered mine, squeezing it gently. I looked up and those blue eyes gave me a reassuring smile. I gazed at our hands as a smile touched my lips. 'An explosion from your chest?' Ellis rubbed his chin in ponderment, his eyes focused on the empty plates on the table. 'What do you think it is, Ellis?' Elena leaned closer to him. 'The special ability.''It's hard to tell for now.' Ellis sighed in frustration. 'A healing explosion… it's strange and unusual. But one thing's for sure: the dark whims knows about it.'The older werewolf turned to Rum with a look of warning. 'That's why it made you go for the bullet instead.'Elena jolted with a sudden revelation. 'So Rose was put at gunpoint to make Kee embrace his own death?'Ellis nodded. 'It must be done at Keithen's will, so his body wo
ROSE She knows. No—I shook my head inside. She doesn’t know. She’s suspecting it. All she has are speculations, not evidence, and she’s aware of it. So she’s trying to test me, to get that evidence she needs. I have to be careful. I mustn’t let slip of anything that will lead her to the truth. I MUST KEEP IT A SECRET TILL THE END! ‘What’s outside the Howling Five?’ I asked, rearranging my facial features into an innocent puzzlement. ‘What do you mean?’ She seemed offended by the question. Quickly, I explained, ‘I mean, is there a world beyond the Howling Five? I remember Rum said that the five largest packs came together as the Howling Five—that means there are other packs roaming your world, right?’ Elena studied me quietly for a second and then smirked. ‘I always find you a smart human.’ Can she tell that I’m avoiding the topic of Quinn? Maybe I should stay on the topic the next time she brings it up. I moved closer to the Luna as she meandered through rows of rectangul
ROSE ‘So what have you ladies found?’ Rum’s popped through and all the fear and anxiety I had earlier vanished in an instant. My senses perked up and I turned to the voice just in time to catch a kiss on my forehead. When I opened my eyes, he was right there smiling down at me. The soft caress of his thumb on my cheek was like a warm hug and I immediately felt more settled. ‘Not much.’ Elena stretched her arms forward. ‘Just the whole history of the were-folks.’ She pounded her back lightly and asked, ‘What about you, Rose? Anything you want to ask us?’ It felt like she was inducting me into the werewolf living and I didn’t like it one bit. ‘Nope.’ I shook my head, staring at the page. For some reason, the words made sense again—earlier on, someone blurred them after a sentence. ‘Elena.’ Rum exhaled and said, ‘I think you better go to Ellis.’ The serious tone in his voice made Elena jump from her seat in worry. ‘Why? What happened?’ She took one look at Rum and relaxed kno
ROSE'Fuck….' Was all he managed to utter after a long silence and a face hardened with the ominous truth. I wanted to give him a hug but I knew it wouldn't help with anything. His face said everything: he's screwed up big time. Of all the mistakes he had made thus far, this is the worst of them all. 'Rum….' I reached out a hand but he stepped away. 'Jesus Christ….' He grabbed his head in helplessness then raked his fingers through his hair in the slow, fierce way of a knife cutting his scalp open. 'Rum!' I grabbed his wrists to stop him from hurting himself. He spun around, panic and fear in his eyes. 'We need to leave.' I searched those blue sapphires with the same anxiety. 'L-Leave? To where?' 'We can't stay. They'll find out.' Rum’s eyes were darting around nervously. ‘But, Rum.’ I held his hands in mine and whispered, ‘the sooner everyone knows that your Beta’s consumed, the better chance we have at getting the dark whims right—.’ ‘NO!’ He snarled, his gaze darkened wit
ROSERum inched closer until our clothes touched, and he whispered in a low voice that only I could hear. ‘If my uncle was consumed, then it doesn’t make sense for the dark whims to kill Berardo and let Erick live.’ I squinted at him. ‘But Berardo did die and Erick lived.’‘Because Alpha Erick might have found out that the dark whims were consuming Berardo. So he had no choice but to kill his own cub and hide his entire pack.’ Horror hardened my face. ‘B-But why would the dark whims consume another one when it already got your uncle?’ ‘Cause my uncle’s a Beta.’ Those blue eyes shone with resolution. ‘Betas are still weaker compared to Alphas. I bet the dark whims needed the strength of the largest pack—since my father died, they couldn’t consume him. So they took the next werewolf, my uncle. But they realised it wasn’t enough—so they tried to take the next strong candidate, Berardo.’ ‘What about you?’ I frowned in disapproval. And Rum was taken aback. ‘What about me?’ ‘You’re a
ROSECarefully, I picked up my iPad and the impatient phone and turned towards the exit of the office. I thought to answer the call once I’m outside, but it stopped buzzing. So I moved cautiously towards the elevator, when it arrived just as I halted to push the button for it. The doors opened and my handsome Alpha King appeared, worried as hell. ‘Why didn’t you answer my call?’ he demanded.I rolled my eyes. ‘Because I’m getting through a door with this.’ I pointed at my huge belly. He was about to carry me like a bride when I slapped his hands away. ‘Stop it!’ I hissed. ‘You want everyone to know?!’ ‘Wheelchair. If you ever missed my call again.’ He stepped aside for me to enter the metal carrier. ‘Alright, alright…’ I chuckled. ‘So how was it?’ He asked, glancing at my iPad. ‘Did she approve it?’ ‘No.’ I sighed. ‘It’s too extravagant. The actress specifically asked for more grounded styles. She wants people to relate more to acting than her beauty.’ And Keithen scoffed. ‘Goo
ROSEI rolled myself onto him, loving the way my skin rubbed against his, feeling his warmth and heartbeat against mine, as well as the vibrations of his chuckle. He swept the sticky damp strands off my face, hooking some around my ears, then combed the rest to the back of my head with his fingers, and all the time, I had my eyes closed, savouring the moment. And he chuckled some more. ‘You want another round?’ he whispered. My eyes burst open, and his arms squeezed my bare waist as he laughed. ‘I’m hurt, cub. You look like a car was about to hit you.’ I shifted closer to his face—my breasts scraping his hard chest, and he grunted a little—and kissed him on the mouth hard, delivering all my passion, all my apologies. Immediately, his mouth opened and he shifted to push me forward, so that his tongue could dive in a little more, consuming me breathless. Just as the familiar desires stirred inside me, I pulled back, tore my lips from his and captured his face with both hands, tryi
ROSEI’m a werewolf, aren’t I? Okay, not entirely. Just half wolf, half human. But that still counts, right? There’s still some wolf inside me to make this work! This has to work! Concentrate. Focus, Rose. Think of the gate. I could be at the beach, or the back alley. Does it relocate to the same place twice? Or does it choose a new place each time? ‘Rose, are you having a headache?’ asked Joy. I opened my eyes and evaluated my best friend for a while. Then, I made up my mind. ‘Joy.’ I grabbed her shoulders. ‘I’m about to tell you something that nothing in Science can ever explain.’ ‘O…kay?’ I could see the wheels of her mind churning to come up with the plausible reason for my sudden strange behaviour. ‘Is it Harry Potter kinda something?’ I nodded firmly. And she mouthed ‘O’, with a knowing gaze. But behind that gaze, I still caught her disbelief. ‘It’s alright to not believe me. Just promise me that you won’t tell a living soul.’ I was staring at her so hard, I could almost
RICHARDA video showing Richard in his midnight blue shirt with his arm stretched across the desk. The files shifted and a sketch of a female figurine in a puffed up flowy gown with petals in her hair and on her lashes and lips. Richard was flabbergasted. He turned back to the CEO, his mind churning furiously to come up with the best excuse to save his ass. ‘When Rose brought me that design, I thought to myself: this is something that ambitious Annie would use. It’s extravagant and flamboyant. Wouldn’t it be nice to distract her with this, so my precious gem can focus on levelling up her skills? She can’t be stuck in the B.A.D. crap all the time.’ Richard felt deflated. His world was crashing down into dust. ‘Y-You set me up.’ The CEO laughed heartily. ‘You flatter yourself too much, Richard. Set ups are for my equals. This is just a test. But you scored full marks.’ The young rising star slammed his palms on the desk and glared at the CEO—the woman who had previously doted on hi
ROSE‘... the winner of this styling face off is—.’ The emcee’s eyes rolled left to right repeatedly as he read the card. His brows knitted as a mutter of disbelief spilled from his mouth, ‘Annie from B.A.D.’ My insides sank to the deepest parts of my spirit. ‘YES!’ Annie shrieked out victoriously. With a smugful grin, she cast a look of condemnation in my way. ‘I told you she’s a fake! She can’t style at all! Extraordinary—ha!’ That was… … unexpected. I thought I had a good chance. I really did read Miss Jewel’s comments wrongly. ‘Oh! The main judge has something to say!’ The emcee shoved Annie aside to make way for the retired supermodel, Jinda Avengelistford, who gracefully took the centrestage at an astounding height of six feet. ‘Based on the styling standards, Miss Annie has met every single one.’ She turned to the head of B.A.D.’s styling team and flashed a warm smile. ‘It was exciting—your unexpected. There is still a difference between professional and personal styling.
KEITHEN ’CUT!’ The director’s frown was as clear as the blue sky outside. I could tell that he’s been trying to hold it in. But the shit’s about to explode. ‘Rum.’ He forced a smile. ‘Are you sure you’re not unwell?’ I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve said this: ‘I’m fine.’ ‘Then what’s the problem?!’ The older guy grabbed his hair, about to go crazy. I stared at the line of the script that was shoved into my view. Instantly, the clog in my throat grew real. As real as the reality I’m about to face in an hour’s time. ‘Maybe Rum’s upset that this is all going to end for him soon.’ I looked up and a pair of kind eyes smiled back at me. Sherry patted my shoulder as that sweet smile turned into a sympathetic one. ‘I bet he misses all this. Don’t you, boss?’ I chuckled dryly and looked down again. ‘I’m not your boss, Sher. I’ve said it many times.’ That’s it. No matter how hard you try. You can’t fight reality. You just can’t. You can stay hidden around her. It won’t ma
RICHARDA day before the styling competition… ‘Go right in. She’s wrapping up the conference call,’ said the lovely PA of Miss Jewel. The young man in his stylist’s midnight blue shirt and grey bubble pants grinned sweetly and nodded. ‘Thank you, Celia. You look lovely today.’ And the PA gave her usual polite smile. Richard entered the glasshouse of an office and settled himself in the same chair he’d always been in whenever he’s here. A minute turned to three… and then it felt like ten. Richard’s fingers began to tap with impatience. He thought of checking his phone for an update from the private investigator he’d sent to tail Rose. The thought of Rose brought a grin to his glossed lips. Miss Jewel must have called him in to talk about Rose’s resignation, and he was prepared to sacrifice his precious time and help the agency convince Rose to retract it. There is no way the CEO wouldn’t agree to his one and only condition: that Rose stays as his stylist for as long as he’s wi
ROSEBANG, BANG, BANG!I stared at the door, unable to breathe. Unable to stop the tears. Unable to shut him out. ‘OPEN THE DAMN DOOR, ROSE!’ thundered the Alpha King. ‘YOU BETTER GIVE ME AN EXPLANATION RIGHT NOW!’ Hands clamped my ears. My head kept shaking in disagreement. My chest screaming: go away! Please, go away! ‘I know you’re in there! Open the fucking door!’ The banging continued. The same hands now clamped my mouth. To stop me from telling him to stop. Stop the noise, or someone will report him to the police. You’re a fucking celebrity! Stop it, Keithen!‘I’m counting to three. No open door, and I’ll fucking shift right here! Hear that, Rose? Footsteps! People are coming out. They’ll see me—.’ The hands were back on my ears. Shutting out his voice. My feet shuffled back, away from that enraged door. Hide. Go and hide, my mind told me. And I did. I scampered back to my room and slammed the door shut. Locked it. Then backed away, towards my bed. The second my calves bum
RICHARD‘I told you it’s not going to happen!’ the young man hissed into his phone. The female voice at the other end of the line screamed curses. ‘Everyone’s been talking about your peach silver outfit—more than mine! What happened to the black jacket! You said you’d wear it.’ Richard Black rolled his eyes at his reflection in his bedroom mirror. ‘She wanted to change it. What else can I do? Say no? Has your precious Rum ever said no to you regarding his outfit?’ ‘I can’t let her win that competition,’ chanted Annie. ‘Dan’ll have my head!’ ‘I’ll get you a chopping board then.’ ‘You lying son of a bitch! You didn’t keep your end of the deal—have you any idea the sacrifice I made for that article?’‘Sleeping with a reporter instead of some big shot? You call that a sacrifice?’ Richard scoffed. ‘You’re a whore, Annie. Everyone who knows you knows that. The models—they talk. A hell lot.’‘And you think your Rose is a virgin?’ ‘SHUT UP!’ Richard shouted back, and the ugly chuckle r